3 posts tagged “thoughts”
The past 2 days have been spent being a Mandarin girl; Tuesday in the Oriental and Wednesday in Meritus.
the buffet at triple3 was delightful; the spread was amazing and it wasn't the usual mass produced yawn inducing variety. khel discovered, to my horror, that the oysters on ice were still alive and that they wld contract slightly when we squeezed lemon juice on them. omg that is DAMN GROSS, how can people bear the thought of snuffing the last vestiges of life out of a living thing in their mouth and subject it to Death by Molar?! i know its hypocritical- what's the difference between having someone kill my food for me and me doing it personally? well, fears are irrational; so shoot me. khel had no qualms at all and proceeded to send many more of the poor suckers to their salivery graves
// mmm... beeefff // lovely company for the afternoon // delighted to sip martinis at 5 in the afternoon // lychee martini and chocotini // the bar at mortons //
for a while, the plan was that shloke wld be here in sg too, within spitting distance to go for tea time chats and shopping trips every so often. but the books were re-written and now she's going to be leaving for yet another year. emails and msn won't feel the same as commiserating, laughing and shrieking together across the coffee table, but cest la vie, i wish you all the best my dear... may you continue to do brilliantly in your studies and i hope that you'll be able to clinch your dream job!
we parted ways at marina square and as we lingered over our goodbyes, she remarked that it was like we were in the airport. 29/9/05 was the day wasn't it? i was just a first yearer and you were preparing for the unknown in life half a globe away. so much has changed in the meantime, as we have; but i'm very grateful that we've kept the friendship alive and that we've been spared the anguish of finding our conversations peppered with increasingly awkward pauses. thank you for friendship and for love. waiting for you to come home for christmas!
for a while, the plan was that shloke wld be here in sg too, within spitting distance to go for tea time chats and shopping trips every so often. but the books were re-written and now she's going to be leaving for yet another year. emails and msn won't feel the same as commiserating, laughing and shrieking together across the coffee table, but cest la vie, i wish you all the best my dear... may you continue to do brilliantly in your studies and i hope that you'll be able to clinch your dream job!
we parted ways at marina square and as we lingered over our goodbyes, she remarked that it was like we were in the airport. 29/9/05 was the day wasn't it? i was just a first yearer and you were preparing for the unknown in life half a globe away. so much has changed in the meantime, as we have; but i'm very grateful that we've kept the friendship alive and that we've been spared the anguish of finding our conversations peppered with increasingly awkward pauses. thank you for friendship and for love. waiting for you to come home for christmas!
hey c'mon, amsterdam might be a city of many vices, but at least leave the tourists alone...
the papers today carried a rather interesting article; a particularly interesting comment went something like this, "after 3 weeks of watching ch*na blow the GDPs of several small nations on fireworks alone, we can get back to doing what we were doing before- like raising funds to build schools for children in ch*na."
indeed, perhaps the image of yellow motherland as backward and needy should be abolished forever now that they've come out and bruised the morale of many future olympic hosts with their grand show. they've got the dough to build huge birds nests and watery cubes and the resourcefulness to match cute faces with angelic voices, so surely they can channel some of this know-how towards fundraising efforts to rebuild their own backyard. i don't know... like... send the troup that scaled the tower during the closing ceremony to compete with the french spiderman in a vertical amazing race for charity? Rubiks cube olympics underwater? hire out voices to ameeerikah to endorse their candidates? (kiddy endorsement is getting big!) either way, it's really strange that the world is clambering to help an entity that just roared "Look ma, No Hands!!!" i don't see anything being done to raise funds for hurricane gust*v or the flooding in ind*a, so Why So Serious about s|chuan? i say we divert the money instead to reclaiming more land for ourselves so that the sgoon gardens folk can stop fretting about the Others in their backyard. oh wait, then some Others will gripe that we're bullying them whilst they're weak from fasting.
ironically, now that school has started for a month already, i'm more free than when i started (cos my double trouble intensives have ended) and its now a 3 day week. Law4 is in 2 weeks and geesh thats a scary thought; but i think the batch is working really hard to make it work, so what's left is for people to contribute to our cause. charity begins at home; BUY TICKETS TO HELP CHILDREN IN OUR OWN COUNTRY! all proceeds are in aid of the Spastic Childrens' Association of Singapore so you'll get to do a good deed whilst being entertained. yes you may laugh at me as i do the 2-step jig. come for:
The Perfect Wedding
7pm on 19, 20 and 21 September 2008
NUS Bt Timah Campus Auditorium
Tickets at $15, $20 and $50
http://www.freewebs.com/lawiv2008/
thankyouverymuch =)
the papers today carried a rather interesting article; a particularly interesting comment went something like this, "after 3 weeks of watching ch*na blow the GDPs of several small nations on fireworks alone, we can get back to doing what we were doing before- like raising funds to build schools for children in ch*na."
indeed, perhaps the image of yellow motherland as backward and needy should be abolished forever now that they've come out and bruised the morale of many future olympic hosts with their grand show. they've got the dough to build huge birds nests and watery cubes and the resourcefulness to match cute faces with angelic voices, so surely they can channel some of this know-how towards fundraising efforts to rebuild their own backyard. i don't know... like... send the troup that scaled the tower during the closing ceremony to compete with the french spiderman in a vertical amazing race for charity? Rubiks cube olympics underwater? hire out voices to ameeerikah to endorse their candidates? (kiddy endorsement is getting big!) either way, it's really strange that the world is clambering to help an entity that just roared "Look ma, No Hands!!!" i don't see anything being done to raise funds for hurricane gust*v or the flooding in ind*a, so Why So Serious about s|chuan? i say we divert the money instead to reclaiming more land for ourselves so that the sgoon gardens folk can stop fretting about the Others in their backyard. oh wait, then some Others will gripe that we're bullying them whilst they're weak from fasting.
ironically, now that school has started for a month already, i'm more free than when i started (cos my double trouble intensives have ended) and its now a 3 day week. Law4 is in 2 weeks and geesh thats a scary thought; but i think the batch is working really hard to make it work, so what's left is for people to contribute to our cause. charity begins at home; BUY TICKETS TO HELP CHILDREN IN OUR OWN COUNTRY! all proceeds are in aid of the Spastic Childrens' Association of Singapore so you'll get to do a good deed whilst being entertained. yes you may laugh at me as i do the 2-step jig. come for:
The Perfect Wedding
7pm on 19, 20 and 21 September 2008
NUS Bt Timah Campus Auditorium
Tickets at $15, $20 and $50
http://www.freewebs.com/lawiv2008/
thankyouverymuch =)
i'm home!! 2 eurotrips toured and spent. over and above the fun of travelling, i think the learning and self discovery process are much more invaluable. during shopping in orchard yesterday, i marvelled at how people here can walk arnd freely in neck to neck crowds without securing a cautionary hand over their bags and pockets. maybe the jibes that sg is a strait-laced "Fine city" are worth it if the result is peace of mind. for my induction back to sg cuisine, i went to jumbo seafood in dempsey yesterday and it was damnnn shiok! if the exchange ppl haven't had chilli crab yet, you should all go there =) after crazy 4.50pounds wanton soups in london, things in singapore are so super cheap, technically. but i don't really recognise the blessed scenario this is probably because after some time i'd stopped converting the euros to sing so as to actually be willing to buy anything. internship starts next week for 2 weeks; oh what a stark contrast to life as it was not too long ago.
what's the point of moratorium if firms are already offering places so blatantly? i'd have thought that getting offered would be a good thing, but now it's more headache than happiness.
back to reality, no more tales of exploration and discovery. well, at least i've got a month more of vacation left to ease myself back into mundaneness, but looking back at the many hostel booking and flight confirmation emails in my inbox, i can't help but feel a tinge of sadness that it's all over now. flashes of memory- a hostel common area, indefinite trekking in search of the next destination, buskers and crowds on a bustling main street; these are all that're left. receipts or tickets appearing randomly in bags or wallet trigger further rushes of nostalgia. i keep them all in an envelope to perhaps revisit someday; they might be good mementos, they might mean nothing at all. i'm trying to delay the unpacking process in a feeble attempt to maintain some elements of the past month, but as the clothes get hung back on the rails, life becomes as it was all too easily.
what's the point of moratorium if firms are already offering places so blatantly? i'd have thought that getting offered would be a good thing, but now it's more headache than happiness.
back to reality, no more tales of exploration and discovery. well, at least i've got a month more of vacation left to ease myself back into mundaneness, but looking back at the many hostel booking and flight confirmation emails in my inbox, i can't help but feel a tinge of sadness that it's all over now. flashes of memory- a hostel common area, indefinite trekking in search of the next destination, buskers and crowds on a bustling main street; these are all that're left. receipts or tickets appearing randomly in bags or wallet trigger further rushes of nostalgia. i keep them all in an envelope to perhaps revisit someday; they might be good mementos, they might mean nothing at all. i'm trying to delay the unpacking process in a feeble attempt to maintain some elements of the past month, but as the clothes get hung back on the rails, life becomes as it was all too easily.
